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You address the fly who is taking a sip of your cocoa. "Hey now, I'd rather you didn't do that," you tell him. "You can drink some if it drips on the table or something, but not out of my cup, okay? I don't know where you've been." Then you go back to your own business.
Later you go to take a sip of your cocoa, but find that Fly is floating in it. He isn't moving. Sadly, you remove him with the tip of your finger and carry him to the sink to drip some clean water on him, and blow gently to see if he revives. He does not. You set him on the window sill just in case, but you know it is too late because his little legs are already folded in the death position.
Why didn't Fly listen?
Did he drown himself on purpose? Did he die in bliss? Did he die with the terror of not being able to escape? Did he suffer?
Later you go to take a sip of your cocoa, but find that Fly is floating in it. He isn't moving. Sadly, you remove him with the tip of your finger and carry him to the sink to drip some clean water on him, and blow gently to see if he revives. He does not. You set him on the window sill just in case, but you know it is too late because his little legs are already folded in the death position.
Why didn't Fly listen?
Did he drown himself on purpose? Did he die in bliss? Did he die with the terror of not being able to escape? Did he suffer?